Lang Wenzhe calculated the time and realized that Hou Shao and his men would arrive in just over an hour. Feeling angry and anxious, he yelled at Uncle Quan:
"Where's Satan? Take me to see him!"
Uncle Quan quickly bent down and led the way, taking him to see the sick wolfhound.
Qingshan and Zhanfeng looked at each other, then followed Lang Wenzhe towards the place where the dog cages were placed.
The four of them walked through a corridor and came to a large empty room. All the participating fighting dogs were put into cages and placed here waiting for the next round.
In the huge room, there was a huge cage that was two meters high and four meters long and wide. Inside the cage lay a pitch-black beast.
Qingshan came closer and observed the wolfdog carefully: the dog had thick black hair, with only a tuft of inconspicuous silver-gray soft hair on each tip of its ears.
The black beast looked like a wolf, with long limbs, a long face and pointed jaw, a protruding nose, upright ears, and a large furry tail dragging behind it.
Maybe because its father is a German Shepherd, the black beast inherited the strong and tall advantages of the German Shepherd. It is twice the size of a wild wolf, and it takes up almost half of the space in the cage when lying with its tail hanging down.
Lang Wenzhe kicked the cage with a "bang". The black wolf dog was awakened. It opened its eyes dyingly, rolled its eyeballs to look at the man, and then closed them again. Except for its eyeballs and upper eyelids, no other part of its body moved. It lay on the ground and dozed, very steady.
The moment the black wolfdog opened its eyes, Qingshan saw clearly that the dog's eyes were golden yellow, which matched its jet-black fur and looked very majestic.
Zhan Feng looked at the black dog lying limp on the ground and thought to himself, what a pity! Dogs infected with parvovirus have a very high mortality rate, almost 100%. Given Lang Wenzhe's tendency to prioritize profit over loyalty, he would definitely dispose of this majestic wolfdog; it would not escape its fate.
Seeing that Satan was indeed even lazier than usual, with a pool of saliva at the corner of his mouth, Lang Wenzhe felt his heart sink.
Is he really suffering from the distemper? If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have accepted Young Master Hou's challenge. Ten million per match, and a fifty percent penalty... Damn, this is such bad luck! Forget it, Satan has the distemper and there's no way he can be saved. Might as well make use of it and use that trick—!
Lang Wenzhe raised his hand and called Uncle Quan over, whispering something in his ear. Uncle Quan listened, and a look of embarrassment gradually appeared on his face. He looked at Satan as if he couldn't bear it.
"Why don't you go quickly—?"
Uncle Quan sighed, lowered his head and went to do what Lang Wenzhe instructed.
Qingshan squinted his glasses and stared at Uncle Quan's back thoughtfully: Hey, this Lang Wenzhe has quite a lot of tricks!
Lang Wenzhe thought that his voice was very low and no one could hear what he said to Uncle Quan, but he didn't know that Qingshan had extraordinary hearing and had heard his arrangements clearly.
Lang Wenzhe asked Uncle Quan to get atropine to inject into Satan, and also told Uncle Quan to bring him a few small-sized needles, saying that he wanted to give Satan acupuncture with golden needles. No one knew what he was doing.
Qingshan poked Zhanfeng and asked him in a low voice:
"Ah Feng, where did this Lang Wenzhe come from?"
"Master, I heard from my father that Lang Wenzhe's great-grandfather was a descendant of the Eight Banners. His family's original surname was Niuhulu, a legitimate royal family! After Daqing was gone, Lang Wenzhe's great-grandfather followed his family to Hong Kong Island, settled here, and changed his surname to Lang. It seems that 'Niuhulu' means 'wolf' in Manchu."
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